Chapter 100

Mo Hui has a deep sense of fatigue, her brother she is not familiar with, do not understand him, he also does not understand her. He tested her first, then threatened her. They still can't build up a deep affection for their sister and brother. They only rely on their blood to maintain their initial warmth and courtesy.

"No regrets! I'm tired Mo Hui is still the straightforward Mo Hui.

"You have a good rest!" Mo regretted not much. When he came to the door of the room, he turned to look at Mo Hui and looked firmly at her still sitting on the carpet. "I don't regret beating Zhang lingshuo today!"

Mo moved his mouth back. When he wanted to say something, he turned back and closed the door.

Don't look back, make the bed calmly and lie down.

Today, she experienced too much emotional impact, and deep fatigue covered her heart. She thought she would have insomnia, but she had a strange sleep until dawn, and had no dream all night!

In the early morning, Mo Hui wakes up in the sound of chickens and frogs, and the warm spring breeze blows the curtains, sending a pleasant smell of flowers. The first spring breeze is blowing, and all things are gradually revived. There is a breath of hope in the air, which makes people feel better.

Mo Hui stretched and lifted his quilt.

She went into the bathroom and changed into a long sleeve suit suitable for spring and autumn. Fortunately, it was adjustable waist, otherwise it would be a waste of Mo's second mother's heart.

The slipper that the foot wears is household, wade to walk to fall also won't be too indecent.

When I went down to the hall, I saw Mo Shiping sitting in a chair with his eyes closed, his crutches at his feet, listening to the radio, which was playing benderi's light music: spring!

Beautiful and melodious notes flow quietly in the hall. Mo Shiping's face is a kind of gentle and quiet intoxicated in the world of music! Such a father is mo Hui's first time to see, strange but also close. Mo Hui couldn't help taking two steps forward to the rocking chair.

When Mo Shiping heard the footsteps, he opened his eyes. When he saw that it was mo Hui, his eyes were refined and excited again. Mo Hui smiles a big smile and reaches out his hand to Mo Shiping as he did when he was a child.

Mo Shiping's eyes became more vivid and trembled to get up.

Before he got up, Mo Hui hugged him, put his head on his shoulder and called out, "Dad, I'm back!"

"Huier." Mo Shiping's eyes were hot and his bracelet hugged Mo Hui's back.

"I'm sorry to worry you!" Don't return tears to overflow your eyes.

"Dad can't remember how you grew up. I don't know where to find you!" Mo Shiping said helplessly.

"My daughter is unfilial. I forgot to write to my family as soon as I went out! " Smell speech, Mo back tears fell more fierce, heart like a pair of big hands mercilessly corrected.

"My Huier is not like that. She cares about her family. Dad must have hurt you, didn't he? "

"No. I'm not good, patronizing my mood, forgetting you, forgetting my second mother, forgetting my younger brother. " Don't choke.

Two people hold together, there is a tendency to cry, Mo's second mother out of the kitchen, looking at them with a smile, eyes also flashing tears. Her eyes and Mo Shi Ping forget each other.

Then she coughed softly and said, "you are just like before. Do you want to make me jealous or something? "

Mo Hui and Mo Shiping just broke their tears into a smile and separated slowly.

"Dad, sit down first. I'll prepare breakfast for you. " Mo sniffed back and said softly.

"Good." Mo Shiping answered, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his eyes.

"Er Ma, you talk to Dad. I'll take care of the kitchen. "

"Well, it's up to you." Mo's second mother said, quickly took off her apron, "come on, put on the apron first, so as not to dirty the clothes."

"Thank you, mom." Don't look down.

"What do you call me?" Mo's second mother raised her head, her eyes full of tears.

"Ma." Mo Hui repeated it again.

"Ah." Mo's second mother began to laugh, tears falling with her smile.

"I'm in the kitchen." Mo Hui put on her apron and turned into the kitchen.

Mo's second mother turned her head and looked at Mo Shiping on the chair, crying and laughing, "do you hear me? What do our children call me? She called me mom! Call me mom

"I heard it. I hear you Mo Shiping also nodded with a smile.

"Yes, yes." Mo's second mother nodded frequently.

In the kitchen, Mo Hui looked at the ingredients on the chopping board, sliced shallots, beat a few local eggs, stirred them in a big bowl with chopsticks, sprinkled some salt, and finally sprinkled the shallots together, until the yellow egg liquid was fully mixed with the shallots. She just hot oil, oil smoke, picked up the bowl carefully poured into the pot, one hand holding the pot, one hand holding the spatula finishing egg cake edge.

After both sides were fried into golden color, she turned off the fire and sliced the egg cake into pieces with a spatula to facilitate the entrance.

The eggs Sheng plate, she patted a few garlic, fried a dish of vegetables.

Finally, I warmed up a piece of meat left over from last night.

Breakfast, two vegetarian dishes with a meat dish, but also simple, health. Put all the dishes on the plate, and don't take them out of the hall: "Mom and Dad, it's dinner!""Good!" Mo's second mother answered, helped Mo Shiping to sit down at the table, and then went into the kitchen. Mo Hui was about to serve porridge outside, "be careful with the hot!"

"It's OK. Mom, what are you doing in here? " Don't ask back.

"Help you with the dishes." Mo's second mother took out three sets of chopsticks from the cupboard.

"I'll do it."

"It's all a family. You're welcome. Mom had a chance to take care of you, but you did it yourself

"I like that. How can I have a third officer? " Mo looked back at the dishes and chopsticks in the hands of Mo's second mother. Aren't there four people at home?

"Don't regret that he has to sleep until noon and doesn't eat breakfast." Mo's second mother shook her head, a little helpless.

"Oh." Don't return to the sound, carry the pot into the hall.

After the atmosphere and happy breakfast, Mo Shiping walks up the stairs slowly with his walking stick, and Mo Hui holds it on one side. On the second floor, Mo Shiping turned to the study on the right and took out a key from his pocket and handed it back to mo.

Mo turned his hand and opened the door slightly. The wall facing the door was a row of long windows with blue curtains. The curtains were blown up and down by the wind and looked like a picture. In addition to dozens of calligraphy and paintings, the huge study is also one painting after another, which includes the paintings being created and boxes of pigments.

Mo Hui was surprised to see the picture in front of him. The picture in front of the door of the study is the biggest one. In the picture, a fat child is lying on the ground with wet saliva in his mouth. For a moment, Mo Hui really thought that the child in the picture would come out of the picture and rush at the person who looked at the picture.

We can see how lifelike the painting is.

All the paintings in the study are her. When she was a child, she either cried or laughed, or stood or sat or crawled. Smile when showing two small teeth, small head hair thick black, the front of a pinch or standing, forehead bright and clean, small eyes full of traces of happiness.

Mo Hui can't help but walk to a painting. In the painting, she is wearing small blue backpack pants, with a shoe on her foot. I don't know where she has gone, but her bare feet are there. She was holding a small Woodcarving in her arms and gnawing at the ground with her head down.

"That's all dad remembers. I'm afraid I'll forget it one day, so when I'm well, I'll keep drawing to remember what you look like. " Mo Shiping also walked slowly to the front of the painting and looked at the little fat baby in the painting together. His eyes were full of nostalgia.

"Dad, Dad..." Don't know what to say, can only call that in the bottom of my heart opened countless happy words.

"Huier, my father has forgotten the middle twenty years and why you left at that time! Dad must have hurt you, didn't he? " Mo Shi Ping's eyes flashed the light of pain, and asked her such a question again.

"No. My heart is so wild that I want to go outside. So I left you alone Don't lie.

She now has only one feeling: Thank God for her father's amnesia, the loss of painful memories, leaving only warm memories.

Three years ago, she can not remember too many fragments, but remember that a pair of big hands are always so soft, warm, and father's smile so doting. She believed how much her father had spoiled her and regarded her as a treasure in the palm of her hand. Now she also believed that he still loved him as much as before.

On her way back, an idea flashed into her mind for a moment, that is, to ask him the story about him and her biological mother. Besides the memory of her three years old, he has long forgotten about her mother.

Only remember her, only remember her!

Mo Hui was relieved to think that her father hated her mother's leaving so much that he changed his temperament. Even her child, who had been spoiled, didn't see anything. It's not love. What is it? Now, after more than 20 years, they all live a quiet life. Why should she insist on knowing the story between them. Even if you know it, it's just a scar left on your father's heart. It's not good for you, and it can't change the process and form of life.

And Er Ma has paid more than anyone in these years. She is the soul of the whole Mo family. There are two casual men, big and small, and no gentle and tolerant woman behind as a support. I'm afraid I can't hold on for a long time.

She called Er Ma a Ma, just right, even a little late.

"Dad, how did you remember to learn painting?" Mo Hui chatted with Mo Shiping, imagining the relationship between father and daughter.

"I forgot, too. Your mother said that after I got well two years ago, I told her to draw. It also said that there was paint in one of the boxes at home. She immediately looked for it and found that it was really in the box. She was so scared that she thought I was infected. He hurried to find the Taoist shenpo in seven townships and eight towns to come home to see a doctor. It doesn't seem to improve. A large part of the memory in the middle has disappeared, and the left leg doesn't work Mo Shiping sighed and didn't seem to be too rigidly attached to this matter.

"That's good, mom." Mo Hui Manying couldn't help touching the picture in front of him and the cute little face of the fat baby in the picture.

"Yes. She's my right hand and I can't do anything without her. " Mo said from the bottom of his heart."Dad, don't you want to know about the past? Now I tell you that you were a very competent father and loved me like treasure. I remember once I was sleeping on a small shaking table and wanted to climb to the ground and play with toys. Accidentally rolled to the ground, forehead also hit red. The next day you took the quilt and asked the village aunt to change it into two small quilts, which were placed on the left and right sides of my small shaking table, so that I could not be hurt in the future. You won't scold me, you won't blame me, you will only love me and spoil me with your actions Mo Hui said, his eyes were red again.